What of all the will to do? It has vanished long ago, For a dream-shaft pierced it through From the Unknown Archer's bow. - George William Russell

Pain and penitence forsaking,
Hearts like cloisters dim and grey,
By your laughter lured, awaking
Join with you the dance of day.

Not unremembering we pass our exile from the starry ways:
One timeless hour in time we caught from the long night of endless days.

Your insolence and ignorance of the rights conceded to workers universally in the modern world were incredible, and as great as your inhumanity. If you had between you collectively a portion of human soul as large as a threepenny bit, you would have sat night and day with the representatives of labour, trying this or that solution of the trouble, mindful of the women and children, who at least were innocent of wrong against you. But no! You reminded labour you could always have your three square meals a day while it went hungry.